Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

"Ghost!"

The sickly young man in mid-air looked at the two monks standing next to Li Yi who had changed dramatically, and his pupils suddenly trembled.

"Ghost man?"

Zhang Yifeng's heart moved as he listened to the sick young man's name. He also saw the changes in these two people.

They were somewhat similar to the monk who had awakened his bloodline and whom he had just killed in the Daozang Key Land. It seemed that these two people had the same bloodline as the blood-light monk.

With a slight movement in his heart, Zhang Yifeng's eyes were fixed on the monk opposite who had a face similar to Ji Xing's.

This person's strength should not be underestimated. His demonic aura seems to have been refined through some kind of strange method, which is no different from Zhang Yifeng's demonic aura.

"Fellow Taoist, do you know the origin of this ghost man?"

Zhang Yifeng didn't look back and asked in a low voice to the sick young man behind him.

"Fellow Taoist, the origin of this ghost man is mysterious. I only know that the leader of the Shell Organization in the Southern Immortal Land is from the ghost race. I didn't expect that Li Yi, a mere stronghold manager, is actually surrounded by two ghost races as guards."

There was a solemn look on the face of the sick young man. If just now he thought that having seven Celestial Realm monks on their side was an advantage, then now it can only be regarded as a balance of power, not to mention the large amount of cannon fodder on the Shell Organization's side. , which can provide a lot of convenience to the shell organization in battle.

He wrote down the name Ghost Man in his mind and saw the sickly young man suddenly had a solemn look on his face.

Obviously, these two Celestial Realm monks with ghost blood are difficult to deal with, and Zhang Yifeng also agrees with this point.

After all, the previous blood-light monk's overall combat power soared at least twice after awakening the ghost bloodline in his body.

That guy had just awakened his bloodline and had such a huge improvement, not to mention the two shell tissue monks in front of him who had already adapted to their own bloodline.

"Just leave them all here."

Li Yi's eyes were red, he roared at Zhang Yifeng, raised his hand and pointed directly at Zhang Yifeng.

After Li Yi roared, hundreds of Shell Organization monks in the audience raised their hands at the same time, and all kinds of magical powers emerged one after another.

The goals are surprisingly consistent, and they are all heading towards Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng, who was alerting the demon in front of him in the air, instantly sensed an attack coming, and a look of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"A bunch of ants gather together, do you think they can change the world?"

After sneering, Zhang Yifeng shouted loudly, and his whole body emitted a golden light that blocked all attacks from the outside.

At the same time, these magical powers and spells that came into contact with the golden light were swallowed up by the golden light one by one.

The appearance of black and white in Zhang Yifeng's eyes was the result of the Divine Technique of Formless Heaven.

"Feel the hurt you've never felt before."

A faint cry enveloped the entire audience, and Zhang Yifeng digested the attacks of these shell tissue cannon fodder in the blink of an eye.

In the trembling of the golden light, all the swallowed magical powers flew out of the golden light, and returned to where they came from.

"What?!"

Li Yi looked in disbelief at Zhang Yifeng, who was like a god in the sky, shrouded in golden light.

The power of the attacks counterattacked by Zhang Yifeng was at least twice as powerful as the attacks fired by his minions.

This is the result of the dispersed power of Zhang Yifeng's Heavenly Dao Phaseless Divine Art. If it were concentrated in one place, it would not be too much to injure Zhang Yifeng ten times with the magical power exerted by these people.

Countless streams of light fell from the sky, and the shell-organized minions on the ground only had time to shout, and the next moment a surging light curtain enveloped them.

Deafening explosions came one after another, and in just a short moment, only a small part of this group of shell-organized minions survived.

Almost all the rest lost their ability to move under Zhang Yifeng's counterattack.

"Damn it!"

Li Yi's eyes were filled with blood, and he roared at Zhang Yifeng unwillingly.

"Don't be complacent, they are just a bunch of trash. The ones who are really going to kill you are still behind!"

The moment Li Yi finished speaking, a murderous intent came from behind Zhang Yifeng.

It was the demon who had not moved for a long time. He noticed the opportunity and came towards Zhang Yifeng.

The coldness behind him hit the back of his neck. Zhang Yifeng did not underestimate the enemy and restrained the golden light he released to protect his body.

At the same time, he turned around, Zhang Yifeng raised his hand and fired a huge sword energy, directly attacking the demon attacking behind him.

Facing the sword energy from Zhang Yifeng, the devil with cold eyes raised his sharp blade and slashed it down.

In an instant, majestic demonic energy surged out of his hand, and Zhang Yifeng's previously invincible sword energy was dispersed with just one encounter.

"Oh? It's interesting."

Seeing that the sword energy was broken, Zhang Yifeng showed interest on his face.

This was the first opponent who could break through his sword energy after he broke through to the Heavenly Immortal Realm. Zhang Yifeng's fighting spirit couldn't help but be aroused.

But the devil was not as thoughtful as Zhang Yifeng. After breaking through the sword energy, the blade did not change and stabbed directly into Zhang Yifeng's heart.

"You are Ji Xing's brother. I don't want to hurt you too much, so I won't use my sharpest sword."

Zhang Yifeng murmured to himself, then raised his hand and picked up a black sword. It was the Sky-Splitting Mark that had not been used by Zhang Yifeng for a long time.

Caressing the sword body gently, feeling the clanking sword intent coming from the Sky-Splitting Mark, as if telling Zhang Yifeng his desire for battle.

With anticipation flashing in his eyes, Zhang Yifeng held a sword in one hand and faced the majestic demon without retreating but advancing.

An afterimage was left on the spot. The auras of Zhang Yifeng and Demon were locked with each other, leaving two shadows in the sky the moment they passed by.

Zhang Yifeng, who passed by, stayed where he was, with a slightly stunned look on his face.

Touching a small wound on his face that was healing quickly, Zhang Yifeng suddenly laughed.

"That's what makes it interesting, hahaha."

While laughing, the demon who also suffered Zhang Yifeng's sword did not feel well.

Suspended in mid-air, drops of purple blood flowed from the wound. The demon's expression remained unchanged as he covered the wound on his chest with a ball of demonic energy.

"You are a good whetstone."

Finally, the demon officially spoke, and an extremely cold voice came out of his mouth, making those who heard it feel as if they were in an infinite ice abyss.

"Oh? It turns out that I still have self-awareness, but is the whetstone talking about me?"

Zhang Yifeng narrowed his eyes when he heard this and asked the devil.

Facing Zhang Yifeng's question, the devil obviously had no intention of answering. After the black energy stabilized the chest injury, he rushed towards Zhang Yifeng again.

At the same time, two other ghosts also attacked the sick young man and others.

The sickly young man brought the poisonous green light into contact with the two ghosts and was unable to cause any effective harm to them.

The sick young man's face darkened slightly when he saw this. Although he had already known about this possibility, it seemed that he would have little effect on this battle now.

The special skin of ghosts allows them to resist violent poisons, which is why the stronghold director keeps these two people with him.